One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday...
Listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Corresponds to feelings. Dad is rushing me about college applications. I scream in my head
no no i'm not ready how can this be here already? all the while smiling in calm manner and nodding, even telling others about "my" choice for early decision Yale and early action Harvard. I'm rushed enough as it is--being one grade ahead for my age. Now they want to rush me into commiting myself for the next four years of my LIFE? I didn't even like Yale or Harvard all that much.. I prefer Vassar but my indecisiveness and insecurity has me, for once, not opposing their decision.
God, someone help me.